I was doubtful whether the profile I am talking about was fake or real. They were too bad talks. Like she likes to tease guys when they are with their...girls and imagining weird fantasies. Soon we exchanged Instagram IDs and started to follow each other.She had around 20 pictures of her in shorts, jeans, and casual wear. But one was in a nightdress where her cleavage was visible. They were big, I guess. No, massive would be the right word (I was right).She was not that innocent-looking girl in. M. sharp. A lot is going on in my mind, what will happen? Will it be as I imagined it? I get out and cross the street and ring your doorbell.As agreed, the door opens with a buzz and I enter your hallway and close the front door behind me. It is completely silent, all adjoining doors in the hallway are closed. There is only one box on the floor. Through the chats with you, I know that I should put my clothes in there. I look around nervously and begin to take off my shoes and put them in the. We were all nervous and keyed up again, but sex wasn’t the answer this afternoon, as we would need all of our strength tonight. A little hugging, kissing, and a short nap had to satisfy my wives this afternoon. Around 6:30 that evening, we went out for a leisurely dinner.Returning to the hotel later to change clothes, we were shocked to discover new clothes in our room. There was a white robe with blue trim for me and two others with yellow trim for the sisters.“Where did these come from?”. Slowly I took his cock down my throat and held it there, his big balls against my chin. I could hear him moaning as he began to fuck my face. Tim pushed me into another orgasm…I knew I wanted him inside me so I got up on my hands and knees over Bobby’s cock while Tim moved in behind me and penetrated my sopping wet cunt. It felt so good as he slid that tool inside me. I was sucking Bobby and fucking Tim. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw something. I looked in that direction and.